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Chapter 294 The development of the destiny heroine 14

"What about the people in the city?" Mo You asked.

"Common people?" Cheng Yan laughed loudly. He no longer sat sternly, but leaned casually on the chair, shaking the wine cup in his hand.

The wine in the glass spilled out as he shook it.

"In the eyes of immortals, demons and evil spirits are hard to find, but living beings that cannot help them become immortals are worthless."

"Little fairy, you don't have to think too much, just like them, wait for the time to come and pick the fruit."

Moyou's hand rubbed the hilt of the sword and stared blankly at the door, but there was nothing there.

Looking at her eyes again, they were distracted, but in fact she didn't see anything.

"You are not afraid of me."

Her voice was cold and not loud, but it was enough for people to hear what she was saying.

From the time she came down to now, everyone who has seen her has not only awe but also fear towards her and her status.

But Cheng Yan didn't.

Looking closely, every time he calls the little fairy, his eyes are full of mockery.

"Cheng, a person who is about to die, really has nothing to be afraid of."

Cheng Yan raised his wine glass to Mo You from a distance, looking like he was enjoying himself and was drunk.

Pushing the plate in front of him further away, Mo You took out a handful of golden scales from the pocket he carried with him.

Looking at these scales, she felt like she was back in that small mountain village.

"I was just an ordinary person before. In my village there was a lake god that everyone worshiped."

The light reflected from the scales cast a strange color on her face.

In fact, Mo You didn't know until she came into contact with cultivators that this world was different from the novels she had read. There was a natural gap between cultivators and ordinary people.

There are very few ordinary people like her who were brought back.

And most of them are the descendants of cultivators.

After they reach adulthood, those with good qualifications will be promoted and cultivated, while those with poor qualifications will reproduce.

Except for ordinary people who are extremely talented and beautiful, it is difficult for outsiders to get involved.

Mo You looked at Cheng Yan. The hostility in his eyes faded a little, and she continued.

"Every once in a while, the village will offer a sacrifice to the lake god, and I am that sacrifice."

She recounted everything she saw and heard.

During this period, Cheng Yan only took a sip of wine from time to time and did not interrupt her story or make any comments.

"...The girl finally said, 'I have been waiting for you for hundreds of years.' She thought that because no immortal noticed it, no one stopped the lake god's behavior..."

"Actually, that's not the case, right?"

"He didn't just pass by by chance. He already knew it. He came to pick his fruit, right?"

Cheng Yan's eyes were heavy, staring at the reflection in the cup that was distorted by water patterns, "Don't you already have the answer in your heart?"

Mo You grabbed the scales and held them tightly, letting the sharp edges cut her hands.

"They've known about it for a long time, and they're even fueling it."

The creatures Bai Rumeng put in appeared out of thin air.

A mermaid who can confuse people's hearts.

The person behind it wanted it to feed the Lake God so that the Lake God could devour as many villagers as possible without being discovered by Heaven.

According to Bai Rumeng, this fish should have been brought back with her in the script.

It is not normal for a monster to be taken to a fairy mountain.

"They said they would resettle the children in the village. Is that true?" Moyou asked suddenly.

Cheng Yan flicked the wine cup with his finger, "It's probably true. He can keep it. As for what he will use it for after raising it, I don't know."

"Why do you do this?" Moyou muttered to himself.

Perhaps because they were once ordinary people, Cheng Yan did not face any difficulties and answered her concerns honestly.

"It's not profitable to do it early, because killing evil spirits is a beneficial thing."

"But there are thousands of monks, and there are not so many evil spirits doing evil at this time."

He stared at the little girl with a frosty face and curled his lips, "So let's just raise some. Human lives are not worth much anyway."

"When any of the disciples reach a bottleneck, come and kill one. Wouldn't it be fun to not only increase your cultivation level, but also gain a reputation for saving the common people?"

Mo You remembered what the girl's head said.

"The way of heaven is affectionate...the human heart is as old as ever..."

"Yes." Cheng Yan looked up, as if he could see the blue sky.

"God has set up all kinds of prohibitions for the people of this world, but he probably never thought that the person who harms the most is actually the person himself."

Mo You grabbed the sword and stood up, looking directly at Cheng Yan, "Tell me the truth about Yaoxie!"

"Even if it offends your master?" Cheng Yan raised his eyebrows.

Moyou chuckled and put the scales into his bag.

"The worst thing is, I just won't cultivate this immortal anymore."

After walking out of the county magistrate's house, Mo You went straight to the mortal stronghold of his sect here.

It's bigger than the county magistrate's mansion, and you can't even notice anything strange just by feeling.

Mo You stepped in and the doorman immediately stopped her, looking arrogant and with his nostrils turned upward.

"Go, go, go, you wild girl, don't you think this is a place where you can come?"

His attitude made Mo You a little funny, "No matter where this is, you are just a gatekeeper. What's so cool about it? Whether I come or not has nothing to do with you, right?"

The boy rolled his eyes at her, "This is my duty, otherwise what's the point if all the cats and dogs run in?"

Mo You took a step back and pointed to the words on the door, "Didn't it say for the people? Am I not the people?"

The boy snorted coldly, "That's not for you, a pariah, so get out of here."

Mo You didn't want to tangle with him anymore. Just when he was about to take out his master's token, he heard a rush of footsteps behind him.

She dodged away, and a crazy-looking woman rushed straight to the young man's legs.

"Master, please! Help us!"

The boy impatiently pushed her away, but the aunt hugged her too tightly, and he almost tripped over when he moved too much.

"Why are you here again, you crazy bitch! The immortals are all very busy. Who has time to care about your shabby things? Get out of here quickly, or I will ask someone to beat you out!"

"There's a ghost, Master! There's a man-eating ghost!"

The aunt's cloudy eyes shed two lines of tears, "My baby was eaten by it, and her stomach was empty. She kept shouting at me."

"It hurts, grandma! It hurts, baby!"

She seemed to see her grandson again, holding the child in her arms distressedly.

"Bao'er, don't cry. Wait until grandma goes to find the immortal and ask the immortal to beat the evil ghost away."

"Madman!" the boy spat, raising his legs high as if to kick the person out.

Moyou's sword-holding hand blocked the blow, and the spiritual energy from the scabbard directly shook the boy away.

She helped her aunt up and asked, "Take me to find that evil spirit!"

The aunt raised her head in confusion, "Are you an immortal?"

Moyou nodded heavily, "I am!"

"Let's go! Immortal, let's go fight the evil ghosts!" The aunt's eyes lit up, she pulled Mo You's sleeve and walked back.

"Immortal, Immortal!" the boy hurriedly stopped them, without showing any trace of the arrogance he had just shown, with a flattering smile on his face.

"The little one has eyes but cannot see the mountains. No one will help you! But immortals, please don't go with that crazy woman. She just lost her child and went crazy. What the hell could happen to her?"

Mo You grabbed the aunt and she climbed into the flying sword, "I can make my own judgment."

"Immortal! Immortal... Ouch!" The boy looked around anxiously as the figure disappeared.

He slapped himself several times, why didn't he recognize it?

I couldn't help but feel a trace of resentment in my heart. If it was an immortal, I would have told him earlier. Do you want to make fun of him on purpose?

But these are not important. He has to report it quickly, otherwise it will ruin the affairs of those adults. Even if he has a few lives, he is not enough to kill them.